To my "lobster"

I just wanted to tell you that I have been thinking of you lately.
Wondering where you are and what you are doing.
Who you are with and what your life is like.
I wake up and think of you.
I try to see your face before I fall asleep at night.
I ask for your patience while I find my way to you.
That as much as I want to know you and be with you, I’m not ready to find you yet because I am still trying to find myself…
But you are in my thoughts and I can’t wait for the days that run into nights where you’ll tell me your favorite song, hopefully something by The Cure – and I’ll reply with “Pictures of You”.  The nights where we’ll lay in our backyard and drink wine while looking at the stars, where we’ll have Alex and Natalie for dinner and at the end of the night you will tell me how much you love them.  The days where we’ll pack a picnic for the beach and watch as our kids run up to the ocean and squeal from the cold of the water before turning to run back to us while laughing.  I can’t wait for the lazy afternoons where we’ll dance in the living room to the radio, where I’ll lay in the crook of your arm and know that my head fits there perfectly.  I want to walk through the door and hug you hello for five minutes while our bodies are just pressed together and my hands run through your hair.  Where you’ll pull me closer and nuzzle yourself into my neck.  I want to know everything about you…the look you’ll give me when you are frustrated or exasperated, the sound of your laugh, the smile that will belong to only me.
Please wait for me.  Don’t stop looking for me…I promise I won’t stop looking for you.
Love, me